My Elven warlord can't be this cute!

Tiffania Westwood needed a familiar, she just didn't know it yet. Who is a better familiar for an innocent elf maiden than a King of Elves? The Witch King, of course! To Malekith at least the trees didn't have eyes and no Chaos Daemons were in sight.

Warnings: see chapter 1, I'm wrecking Warhammer lore as I yet have to read the Sundering series.

Disclaimer: Don't own shit except the belief that Malekith is entitled to tendies and Mommy's milkies

Chapter 7: Women, right?

When Malekith opened his eyes, a headache was threatening to split his skull. The Witch King in his millenniums of existence had never suffered such a predicament, even when burning with the flames of Asuryan and dodging the daemon hordes of N'kari in the Warp or listening to Morathi's complaints about how he had accidentally destroyed a prized artifact of hers. Maybe even only one instance compared, long long ago, when he had been tricked into trying some of Snorri's best dwarven brews. The hangover had lasted weeks afterwards, much to the bearded dwarf's amusement.

Now recalling the dwarf king, Malekith cringed at what had he done to his people for the attempt of conquering Ulthuan, yet all these sacrifices had been worth it in the end. However, a small voice at the back of his head questioned this thought.

Wishing not to rise from his bed, the Elven King thought about what could have happened to incur such a state. Delving deeper into his memories, the

Curiously, the past day's activities were gone from his mind, only wisps of memory remaining, of him battling the Everqueen, the taste of Tiffania's lips and the carnage that surrounded the school as he unleashed his sorcerous might on the human magelings, caring not whom was caught in the crossfire between the Eldar sorcerers.

Wait, the Everqueen? Immediately all thoughts of sleep vanished.

Malekith's blood ran cold at the thought as he bolted upright in bed with dread. Alarielle the Radiant was not an elf to be trifled with and for all his boisterous claims before to Finubar and Tyrion, the matter needed to be approached with some caution. Looking around the room, he found solace and some confusion that the Armour of Midnight lay discarded on a wooden chair, while the Destroyer had been just laid against the wall.

Touching his head, the Son of Aenarion found the circlet of iron resting on his brow. Laughing to himself, the dark-haired elf spoke aloud

"Preposterous, all that is missing right now is the Spellshield and Seraphon herself" the thoughts came of his temperamental, acid spewing, but surprisingly affectionate mount "Hopefully Kouran is feeding her as proper" he blurted out as he imagined the Black Dragon flying around the skies of Ulthuan and feasting on wild Pegasi, before shaking his head. Truly this world and Asuryan himself had done something to himself.

Thinking of his loyal footman and, dare he say it, friend, Malekith wondered how the younger elf was faring between juggling his new fiefs and the changes that had been wrought on the world in it's wake. Thoughts of using the vortex to close the gates once more came to the Witch King, but there was always time and place for this, he reminded himself.

Wasting no time, the Tyrant of Naggarond climbed out of bed and immediately willed the armour pieces to himself, quietly questioning himself of what had happened to his conjured robes as his meteoric iron shell enveloped him snugly. Slowly flexing his clawed gauntlets, he had to admit that there was some enjoyment of knowing that anything, bar the elven magic couldn't harm him, while he hadn't looked particular towards this conversation with Tiffania, now that Alarielle was near, no doubt she would try and seduce the girl away from him, despite how just they portrayed themselves Alarielle had the same appetites as Morathi, was there any wonder that her retinue consisted only of nubile young women. Then Malekith recalled that he had humans on board, hazily he had counted three of the female kind being whisked away from their pathetic place of learning. He never had particularly liked the hairless apes, but they had had their uses in the past and would in the future, if a certain she-elf would chime in about that.

As the Mark of Asuryan remained silent, Malekith felt that the Eaglefather was satisfied with his answer.

Now it was time to face whatever laid after that door, he supposed and with the confidence, he certainly needed now, he stepped forth and into the small hallway, where against the wall, clad in full battle garb, the radiant Everqueen awaited, a scowl on her face and staff aimed straight at him. The Witch King was unimpressed, for all their pomp, the Asur had forgotten how to leverage against their foes properly.

"Good morning to you too" he said and tried to brush past her, before finding his way blocked by her staff and a build up of sorcerous energy. If it were any other elven woman of considerable beauty, Malekith might have tried his most charming smile and pushed past her, but this was a bit delicate situation.

"It was easy to convince the girl that we were old friends, but I never thought you picked your servants to be this stupid" despite her pretty face, she spat as vile acid as did Morathi. She only required a less…conservative choice of garb and a wig for him to be hit with a sense of déjà vu, however, she was a bit small in some areas.

"I pondered just to kill you in your sleep and avenge all those you have ruined, but I wanted you to see your doom at my hand, Witch King. For it is my duty as the Everqueen to destroy your blighted lineage and bring peace to my people. If you have a scrap of virtue remaining in your void of a heart, surrender and go with peace to Ereth Khial"

To Malekith, who had his headache return with a vengeance, this threat…nay promise was admirable, but having heard it too many times before, in different tongues and variations. He acted with a speed of millennia old warrior that he was , surpassing Alarielle's decades of built of reflexes and training, with a single fluent motion snatched the staff out of her hands, leaving the Asur defenceless once more.

"I take it that you have already eaten" The Witch King flashed her a radiant smile and swung the staff over his shoulder, ignoring how the artefact tried to resist his strength, before proceeding to walk downstairs. However, a slighted woman might have been prone to acts of cruelty and this included the Everqueen. Her rage was something to behold and without hesitation she drew a stolen kitchen knife and dove after him. The blonde beauty found no gratification in her attempt as the knife bounced off his pitch black armour and it's owner backhanded her, striking her so hard, that she fell onto the wooden floor, with bleeding cheek that knitted itself before his very own eyes. There was no whimpering or crying, just a pointed stare that promised Malekith no respite on this world, when she recovered, of course.

Good, he thought, the sooner she got out of her self pity, the sooner Malekith could use her. It was always better to have someone of your own kind in this strange world, even if Alarielle was millennia too young to comprehend what times had shaped him into the elf he had become.

Maybe if he could draw forth one of the previous Everqueens then he would have a chance to converse with his half sister, the bride of Bel-Shanaar. It was of little import at the time, however.

"Whatever quarrel we might have had in our world, trying to kill me will not bring you back to Ulthuan. Commune with Isha and she will tell you the same. For better or worse our fates are aligned now. If you need me, I'll be downstairs as I cannot live on spite and hatred alone, despite what is said about me" he said dispassionately and waited for the blonde to act. Yet instead of another ill-fated attempt at killing him, she looked straight in his eyes, blue meeting emerald and asked a question that no doubt had haunted her heart ever since her arrival in this strange world.

"What happened to Tyrion? What was his fate when he led Finubar's host against yours?" she asked and despite the nature of the question, Malekith's smile widened slightly. It was not that he enjoyed her needless suffering, but the answer to that question was music to his own pointy ears as Tyrion had been a thorn in his side for centuries. Yet a proper respect was due to a vanquished foe, for the Dragon of Cothique had fought him bravely and lost much like Urian had fought the so called "Aenarion Reborn" to the death.

"I must regret you, that your Alianthra's father fell in battle," as tears welled into her eyes, he no longer smiled, yet offered the distraught woman his condolences. If it had been him decades ago, he would have laughed and tormented her about this suffering, now only thing he could do for her in a laughable attempt at an olive branch was to tell her how her paramour met his end.

"We clashed above the Sea of Dreams. Prince Tyrion fought admirably to the very end, if I had not known it impossible, I would have thought it was my own father reborn facing me in battle."

Bruised face and bruised ego, he thought that he had never before seen an Everqueen brought this low. Now Allarielle allowed herself to cry, clear tears streaming down her cheeks, helpless to the truth that had confirmed the worst of doubt festering all these days in her heart. Feeling the loss of a loved one, Malekith offered her a summoned handkerchief from his room. Looking at him with suspicion she reached out and took the small piece of coarse fabric.

"After I have had my fill, we will continue this discussion about our future here. For we both are on a divine mission it seems" he threw over his shoulder as he left, knowing that she was trying to burn a hole through him with her Gaze, her tantrum was nothing, compared to the catfights between Morathi and Hellebron when it came to sacrificial slaves and his favour.

Descending down the stairs, he paid attention to the creaking wood and made a note to make one of the humans to fix it later. He found the humans lazing about in the kitchen, sitting uneasy at the table. All in unnatural hair colours, while he had not experimented what Dhar did to humans, he supposed that the magic was at fault in these unnatural hair colours, which needed to be expanded upon, experimented on and then added to the strange magic that populated this world.

Three human women, no, girls sat at the small dinner table, all flinched, seeing his armoured form. That was fair, he supposed as the sight of his armour had driven many to turn craven and flee in terror when they saw him stalking the battlefields, followed by his legions of killers and horrifying beasts he had brought to field, knowing that capture would be worse than death. He supposed that these humans were lucky in not knowing just who they were dealing with.

As Malekith approached the table, he, without wasting any time, put down his sword and staff against a nearby wall, lest anyone of them seemed to get any bright ideas. The green haired one was named Mathilda, if he recalled correctly. Sitting down the Elven King decided that it would be prudent to lessen this air unease for even if they were hostages, he had other things to worry about than a bunch of human prisoners.

"Good morning" he spoke injecting magic into his voice to calm the females, which did work well enough for his purposes as their bodies relaxed, not minding the towering elf beside them, that helped himself to the reminders of the breakfast that had almost grown cold.

A cooked hare, Malekith raised his eyebrows, Tiffania was definitely improving, both in her culinary skills and in her choice of the food…

As he sat down the table the girls shared weary looks, which he pointedly ignored in favour of eating his breakfast in peace. As he ate with slow, small bites, Mathilda saw it necessary to be the first of these humans to address him, thus interrupting his meal.

"King Malekith-"

"If you saw it fit to interrupt me then you must be very brave or foolish" the elf said, having finished chewing on the small leg "Well do go on…" he trailed off and continued eating.

"Tiffania told me that what had happened yesterday was not how you usually acted. I was wondering if you might shed some light on the matter, especially since the purple haired girl sitting across you is Princess Henrietta de Tristain, the current acting ruler of the country whose nobles you slew on your rampage through the academy"

"Human-" the Witch King started to say, but was interrupted by the pink haired adolescent who had a scowl on her face as opposed to the serene princess.

"HOW DARE YOU ADRESS HER HIGHNESS THIS WAY, YOU POINTY EARED DEMON!" came the shouts and immediately Malekith let it be known that he didn't suffer fools and the brat found her mouth shutting on her own, regardless of her wishes to speak. Her hands frantically tried to get her to speak and when her hands refused to do her bidding, her eyes looked at the elf with unabashed horror. Child or not, Malekith was not in the mood for games right now.

"I must apologize, but my own subjects were much better behaved when addressing foreign royalty. Maybe it is because of your recent acquaintance to Alarielle the Radiant that you find boldness in your unfavourable situation, but I must remind you that I shall not suffer insults or attacks on my royal personage, even if you have not seen an elf in centuries" His voice was calm, yet the menace in it could be heard clearly, making all the women at the table flinch at his clearly unnatural magic.

"K-King Malekith, w-would you be so kind to r-release mine retainer of this curse you have placed upon her? I-I will vouch for her with my own life" plead the apparent princess with a stutter and the sorcerer thought about it. On one hand he would gain some goodwill from the monarch, but on the other hand humans did not pose him much threat as whatever he had done on his rampage was slowly coming back to him. The feeling batting back spells and eviscerating mages without even lifting a finger. Perhaps there was a merit in her suggestion. Very well, he would see about what his judgement had wrought.

"Very well" and as if it had never happened, the other girl could breathe, with grim satisfaction Malekith took in the fear in her eyes and how she sought the company of the Princess, who herself was afraid of him, but disguised it much masterfully, not a muscle out place, but long he had learned to feel these things in the magic that surrounded every living being in his world or the next.

"As for your question Mathilda" he turned to the green woman who had dispassionately surveyed the scene "Land where I hail from, the gods exist and they are as fickle as you might expect" he projected his voice into her head, while answering the same question, she had just asked

"One such god, a god of war claimed me as his own instrument and little can one do, when opened up to divinity"

How is it that these human girls are so calm? I think they would be less likely to forgive me for my slaughter of their peers if not for a magic of sorts

"So I became a beast on warpath, before Tiffania, who is also touched by our gods, plead for her patron to smite the brute and free me from Khaine's whims"

Now you will excuse yourself and go outside, where you will explain to me, just what had happened to those girls.

"I must truly apologize for my conduct as a king, however my actions were not my own" Malekith gave alight bow to the princess ahead of him, making the barest effort to appear congenial to them. The princess and Tiffania's acquaintance noticed this too, but the pink haired menace looked smug and the sorcerer had to will himself not to pop her head like some sort of grape in an instant.

"Soon you will know your fate and shan't live in fear. I and my allies are no blackguards" at least not to stoop so low as to touch a human. Malekith smiled at the purple haired girl, who, by Khaine's balls, blushed a little. It was revolting, but he had seen and faced worse.

"I shall take my leave now as there are pressing matters for me to attend to" he rose from the table and flashed the pink haired monstrosity another look "Princess, if you want to have your dog with you. Teach her to not speak, unless spoken to"

With that Malekith with his weapons left the house as the green haired woman, Mathilda was it? followed him. In the small courtyard he saw Tiffania sitting in the meditation position he had taught her. Her long hair was flowing with the glow of magic and he could feel her drawing on the light and wind as she tried to feel her magic. Malekith shook his head as she had so much to learn and for him so much to teach her, maybe Alarielle would help him, once she had gotten used to her position. Well maybe not, but the Witch King half-heartedly hoped that this would be an exception and she would cooperate.

Then again, he had propositioned her rudely before almost killing her, so the chances were slim, that and he had caused death of one of the Everqueens, which went against him. So, he concluded that this not meant to be.

"What happened to the princess and the pink beasts? Did they not see me eviscerate the royal guard in my rampage. No one would be that calm naturally and there was a tinge of magic in the air, different from the woven enchantments of the house. Interesting, I thought you only capable of mastering the magic of Earth. It may seem that I had underestimated you, human."

The human woman looked at Tiffania and the male elf noted that her stare was onto the ring on the half-elf's fingers. So that ring was not just the badge of office as he had thought initially, focusing his witch sight, it was hard to discern magic and it's source, but soon Malekith found that the source of the enchantment was truly the gem on her finger.

"What exactly did she do?"

"Your Highness" she spoke with fear palpable in her voice "I taught Tiffania the spell left to her by her mother that would suppress certain memories in emergency, but strangely enough there was no fatigue and she seemed alright after dragging you back here." After hearing her explanation, Malekith nodded and thought that she had more surprises than he had thought and slowly approached the woman.

"I see" he spoke, but his attention was solely focused on the half-elf in front of him. He would find out the details later, she was much more important, right now. Kneeling before her, his armoured leg digging into earth. Looking into the young girl's eyes, he addressed the child.

"Hello Tiffa" he said with undisguised joy as he felt the last of his headaches wipe away. She opened her eyes at the sound of his voice and slightly jumped away in surprise and he felt all of the magic draw back into her body as she looked at him uncomfortably.

"Your Grace" she said timidly and now Malekith knew that whatever Khaine had done, had put a spanner in his plans and possibly alienated Tiffania, chasing into the Everqueen's arms "I see that you have recovered"

"That I have. It's quite uncomfortable when you can't do nothing, but watch as an bloodthirsty God of War use your own body as a marionette, but thanks to you, his possession was brief"

"You needn't be afraid of me" he continued and Tiffania didn't seem to believe his words as she took a deep breath and rose to her feet, Malekith following suit. Towering over her, the Witch King remained silent allowing to air her grievances with him.

"I need not to be afraid of you Malekith?" she muttered quietly as her eyes looked at the ground, not the elf in front of her "How can I feel safe, when you are much more of a monster than when you lied to me? How can I feel safe when you have been the cause of much evil to your own people and the rest of the world?"

"Tiffa-" he wanted to convince her that this was not true, but as she interrupted him, he knew that she was right and allowed these rightful accusations of his malice fly straight at him.

"You betrayed the promise to your best friend. You tried to destroy the world if you couldn't have it and when your wife tried to come back, you had her killed. How can I trust you after all of this? How can I look at you and not think of the horrors you would do to me if I was more human than an elf? How can I believe in your promises when you have broken them? Were you really sent by Asuryan or was this another lie?!"

Like cold daggers, each of the accusations dug deeper and deeper into his flesh as she laid his faults bare and vengefully Malekith knew who was at fault here. Maybe he should have been much harsher on the female elf he had disarmed. Looking at Tiffania, his smile now was replaced with a frown and his brows furrowed in exasperation.

"Tiffania" he whispered quietly despite that he could feel the humans discomfort, who had her wand aimed at him. He would deal with her later, the half-elf was much more important than anything else here "I did not have my wife killed. The dwarves betrayed me first as they took no sides in the conflict, betraying Snorri's will and me in the process! They accelerated their own war and paid for it in full!"

"You-"

This time Malekith refused to allow Tiffania to speak "So what if you had been human. When you first met me, your fate was to be by my side, human or not. Tiffania Westwood, believe what you want, for all her vaunted kindness Alarielle sees you as a lesser and an affront of her for your association with me. She has already designated you as a servant and not a friend. I am content to leave you by the next time we land for water, but know this Tiffa" she flinched at the nickname in which she had delighted these past week before, yet continued to listen.

"Alarielle the Radiant shall not help you to return your birthright. She will find the other elves, of course. However, after that she will discard you as the half-abomination that she thinks you are. I have been on your side for the entirety of our companionship. Have I treated you poorly? Have I hurt you and touched you that brought revulsion? Have been the monster she has told you about? I have told you my own tale and it is your decision whether to believe it or not."

Tiffania stood there silent, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. Malekith knew that this was a hard decision, so he stood there, unflinching and unmoving, looking in the distance to the clear sky.

"What should I do, Mathilda?" she turned to the green haired human woman, who quietly watched the two of them, making no judgement until she was beside her friend. The Witch King had merely an eyebrow raised as he looked on.

"I hoped for you to have a peaceful life in the woods and that's why I left to teach, but with this elf" she nudged her head at the armoured sorcerer "You will have no rest if you go your separate ways or take him with you, for nobles can and will carry a grudge. I profess to a slight disbelief that King Malekith could take back Albion for you handily, but he would be a huge start in reclaiming your birthright. While he honestly terrifies me, it would make us much safer if he was with us in battle and the inevitable politics than apathetic or an enemy. The Queen is a bitch and I may be biased here, but the Witch King is a mighty ally to have."

Then as if he couldn't hear her, she leaned in and whispered in Tiffania's ear "With him you can also limit the damage he can do to the world"

He looked at the half-elf and the Son of Aenarion saw just how conflicted she was. Her fists were clenched, and her body was shaking, while he felt pure Dhar build up within her. He hoped that Tiffania would choose wisely, but he wouldn't influence her making the decision. It was the last kindness he would do to her for all her loyalty until this moment. If she did not want his assistance, Malekith was content to hunt for the elves on his own, but with Tiffania it would be much easier if she would have her own country, then the Elves would no doubt aware of her existance and from his experience in politics, everyone approached the new players on the global scale.

Seeing the moment drag on, the Witch King told the two whispering women "I shall return Aralielle her staff, when you have made your decision Tiffa, come and see me."

With that Malekith left the two and ventured inside the house, his temper foul and eyes aglow with magic. Like a hawk he sought his prey and marched upstairs, not caring of the humans. He wanted to have a word with his "wife to be".

Opening the door, the Witch King found the woman sitting and meditating on the wooden floor.

"Oh it's you" she acknowledged him with one open eye and continued her meditation, yet Malekith had enough. His temper had decided to manifest now and the Dark magic rose the Elven woman into air, constricting her movement and dragged her towards Malekith, limbs flailing.

"You had to inform Tiffania, didn't you" he hissed and a vicious smile came at the realization and her limbs stopped flailing as she was in his grasp. She looked like a very fortunate woman, despite his talons digging into her neck.

"The girl had to be informed of your true nature, Witch King" Malekith applied some of his strength to the grip, which made her choke and laugh harder.

"Did you honestly think that your crimes will be forgiven here? Asuryan or not, you cannot be !"

"I wonder what will happen if you will perish here" the Son of Aenarion tilted his head, his handsome face twisted into malicious sneer.

"You wouldn't dare!" she continued to laugh "It will only prove to Tiffania that I was right. Will you break that sweet girl like the monster you are?"

"Shut your mouth"

"Erase her memories so she is your plaything, Malekith?"

"Woman…" the Witch King snarled, his composure crumbling. The Dark Lord threw the woman back into her own bed, surprising her for a moment, before her viciousness returned.

"Oh, so will you rape me here? I knew you were a craven brute. Guess the moment when Khaine possessed you it was the truth? Your father would be ashamed."

"I would rather eviscerate you right now, but out of my respect for Tyrion you draw breath" faster than her eyes could see, the Witch King was in front of her, once more grabbing her by the throat and lifting her by his hands. His mark burned white hot, yet Malekith's fury burned hotter still.

"You know nothing!" he almost roared like an enraged dragon "Nothing of that time, nor the terror Elves were forced to live through"

He let her almost breathless body fall to the ground as he hissed because of the pain.

"I am amazed that a child such as you could draw my ire, alas I cannot kill you. For if I leave, who will teach Tiffania? She shall be hunted and I suggest that if you wish to chase me away, you should be ready to take my place."

"That abomination?" she asked, massaging her bruised throat "That stupid minion of yours is no ally of mine, I need her not and what will she do once you're gone is none of my business. Only the princess and the chit that summoned me, nothing more."

Now Malekith's ragged breaths stopped and instead a vicious smile adorned his lips "So this is what you think of this innocent girl, who has never wished anyone harm. How truly despicable, is it her crime to be born to such parents?"

Sensing that something was afoot the Everqueen still took the bait.

"This has nothing to do with me. She is your responsibility, if she disowns you then it is of no consequence to me. It was your fault to promise this half breed the world."

"I promised her nothing more than she is owed. Is it not true, Tiffa?" Malekith asked aloud and he needed not to look to see the half-elf and her surrogate sister looking them through the doorway, shocked and hopeless.

"You bastard" the Elven woman hissed in anger, her melodious voice becoming shriller. In that moment Malekith knew that he had her back.

"I trust that you have made your decision, Queen Tiffania?" all parties were in shock as he addressed the blonde girl. He turned towards her and instead of her bubbly personality a more subdued girl looked at him. It was cute that she tried to look older with her scowl, but she would have a very long time to come to his standards. Yet there was promise here.

"King Malekith" she spoke in a clipped tone, which was probably taught by the rest of the human nobility "Despite my doubt, it is clear that you have my best interests in mind, despite your violent and brutish ways. However I have not forgiven you still."

She was simply adorable, if only he could get her in Naggarythe sorceress' vestments.

"I shall accept your loyalty, might and magic in return you will teach me. You will not slaughter wantonly and inform me of you plans before acting." Tiffania struggled to keep up this persona and Mathilda beside her was on the verge of banging her head on frame of the door.

The King of Druchii, Asur and soon Asrai approached the rightful Queen of Albion and knelt before her in dramatic fashion. Now he knew one certain thing- Tiffania Westwood, rather De Albion, was incapable of forming long grudges.

"I, Malekith of Naggarythe, Son of Aenarion and Phoenix King of Ulthuan, recognize your conditions, Tiffania De Albion and find them agreeable" He looked her in the eyes and flashed her a smile.

"Take a good look, you won't find me kneeling much, Tiffa" he laughed good naturedly and seeing her flush scarlet and gingerly place her hand in his. Oh how good it felt to act like an average princeling! His own romances had been business-like and Allisara was a straightforward girl, not compared to the maiden in front of him. She had a long way till she would become a worthy retainer, but maybe she could even lead her own coven on Ulthuan. The White tower of Hoeth seemed like a fitting place.

To Malekith, everything was better than alright and in his head more plans within plans turned.

"My lady," his lips brushed the mark of Asuryan and the gentle glow from the mark voiced the Eagle-Father's approval. The scheming bastard, Malekith thought and the second he let go of her hand, the Witch King was enveloped in a close hug by the erstwhile Queen of the floating Kingdom. Malekith could feel the hatred and dislike coming from the Everqueen. As he heard Tiffania profusely apologizing and pleading for him not to be angry at her, the Phoenix King decided that maybe he would hunt for another mount some other time. He had an apprentice to groom and an Everqueen to antagonize.

Across the sea, in the country of Romalia, the Bazilica of Brimir was fully alert. Paladins and clerics marched across the grounds while flying gryphons and giant eagles covered the air. In the spire across the belltower, in his private chambers the Pope, Vittorio Serevare, was reading a thick report, while a fireplace churned in front of him. His sceptre and magical foci rested behind him.

Despite the untidy desk and clutter that surrounded him, his mind was clearer than ever.

"A horned Elven sorcerer has destroyed the Magical academy of Tristain and kidnapped the princess. The casualties range in hundreds, if accounting the damages of the storm and loss of manpower. Tristain might as well have capitulated to Galia, Germania or whoever decides to make a move. What do you think, Windalfr?" reading aloud from the paper he addressed the other figure in his chambers. Slowly the man stepped into the light and flames bounced of his shaven head, while an impressive moustache looked furious.

"Call me Volkmar, my lord" he harrumphed "It can't be the Reconquista and according to what the witnesses could tell us currently is that the wizard in question is of Dark Elf variety and by chance was it male?"

Vittorio nodded and Volkmar grew even more grim.

"Then this is no ordinary Druchii raider, but the King of them. Witch King Malekith he is called in human tongue. He is a sorcerer of much infamy and legend sire. I cannot profess to know his goals, but you must be careful with him. Brute force will yield no results here."

During the explanation the Pope seemed to be listening, yet not. Instead he grabbed another scroll and tossed it to the Grand Theogonist. Reading it, the older man cursed loudly and fell into one of the plush chairs.

"So you see what are we dealing with here"

"Bloody vampires" Volkmar muttered and his master nodded "So which do we tackle first?" he asked his familiar who was at a loss of words seeing the dilemma before him.

"If I may be frank" he started "We might face an unwinnable war if this situation is allowed to fester, because if Malekith can be compared to a ferocious dragon, then what these bloodsuckers bring is worse than a plague. We cannot let vampirism spread. In a single generation they almost overrun the largest of human countries, starting from a single city. May Sigmar protect us"

Vittorio looked at him with a disapproving look "I shall not tolerate your heresy here"

"If Brimir can't shield you from the vampire menace, then he is not a true god. Sigmar" he pulled out the small hammer pendant "His faith has killed their kind before. The choice is yours. The real question is how we incorporate him into Church of Brimir so that there is little fuss?"

Volkmar smiled, much to the Pope's chagrin, because he had to admit that his familiar possessed powers different from his, which were clearly associated with his faith in this Sigmar.

Maybe the Elf was the smaller problem right now. Vittorio pressed his hands together and offered a prayer first to Brimir and then to Sigmar, replicating the small version the Grand Theogonist had taught him.

This had better work.

A.N- Didn't expect that, did you? As said Malus Darkblade "Through caffeine all things are possible". How did you like the chapter? Please let me know and thanks to all these kind folks who reviewed this ignoble fanfiction. Yes, there will be sexual tension and blood transmissive diseases, delivered through fangs. As for Chaos, who knows.

Have a nice day, be merry, marry. Now I'm gonna grab me some ice cream-Spook